choose life. choose a job. choose a career. choose a family. choose a fucking big television. choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. choose diy and wondering who the fuck you are on a sunday morning. choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows,nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. choose a future. choose life... but why would i want to do a thing like that?